Rachel Higginson Quotes

Sometimes love didn't make sense. And that was okay. It was far better to know love and accept love than try to understand it.

Why did you come back for me? You could have died, Hendrix. He could have killed you."
He squeezed me against him until it was almost painful. I loved it.
"I will always come back for you, Reagan. Nothing will stop me from getting to you.

Through it all, he began to develop a relationship with Avalon. Slowly they became friends; trust blossomed between them and then the plans to save the kingdom developed naturally. If Kiran couldn't have me, he would end his life in sacrifice so that I could have freedom. I turned my head into my shoulder with the feeling flooding my body that everything Kiran did, he did it for me. His love for me, his undying resolve to live his life dedicated to me nearly swept me away with his intensity.

I had never been out of the country before. And maybe this trip didn't technically count because, well, America had officially imploded and I hadn't needed a passport to cross the border, but I was more than a little disappointed we hadn't run into a mariachi band yet. Donde esta el Zombies?

Suddenly living in the Zombie apocalypse didn't feel like the seventh circle of hell It felt possible and full of potential

Why are you so nice to me? You barely know me."
A soft smile played on his lips, "But I like what I know so far. And I am excited for what else there is to find out.

We might be different people now. But he still knew me better than anyone else.

I could feel my tan skin, turning translucent with nerves,

Aunt Syl must have conveniently stopped reading the childhood fairy tales when the knight left the damsel in distress to pursue a better damsel out of my bedtime routine.

I'm already following you, Reagan. You already made that call. The difference between me and you, I listened.

He shot me a cocky smile. "Definitely dibbs." I rolled my eyes because my brother was stupidly stubborn. "Dude, she's not the front seat of mom's old minivan.

A woman might save him from a heart attack, but she'll kill him in every other way.

It's too late for that. Ivy Pierce may be trouble, but she's exactly the kind of trouble I've been looking for.

The depth of longing I felt for him didn't seem possible for someone my age.

Not that I could really be a sacrifice in this makeshift panic room. But I would someday. I wouldn't have to look for it, I wouldn't have to even think about it. At some point in our future an opportunity would arrive where I could step up to the plate. When the time came, I would know what to do. I would save their lives like they saved mine. I believed that with everything in me.

At the end of this whole Apocalypse thing, I was petitioning to have action figures made of them.

And I was next to a boy I'd started thinking of as more than a stranger, more than a friend. He was somewhere in between my future and my present, I just didn't have a word for him yet. Other than safe.
He was my safety.
He was what made me feel protected.

He pushed me beyond being delicate, into a place I had never thought I would go again. He made me strong. He demanded that I be anything but weak and broken.

There are no mistakes, Eden, just different outcomes to our flawed expectations.

Eternity is only forever with your love.

I can't take anymore heartbreak," I confessed on a broken whisper.
"Then it's a good thing I'm not going to break your heart." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips.

Emma, I have had four children! Four of them! Do you understand the state of my vagina? What kind of man goes out on a date with a woman that has four children?

You were patient all this time. I had to find myself first; I had to remember who I was and become the person I was meant to be. You have been there for me patiently while I searched for you, even when I didn't know I was looking for you, you were there.

His Zen is genetic. You should meet his parents. You could rob them at gunpoint and they would still ask you to dinner and make sure you got everything valuable in the house,

Not every story has a happy ending. Some only hold a happy beginning.

If he were cast in my Zombie version of Vampire Diaries, he so would have been Stefan, the very brother I wanted to watch die of something grotesque and gruesome. Team Daemon every single day.

Whatever happened with Nick does not define you.

All I wanted was my money. Instead, I got you. You, the one person in the world I have to convince I'm charming, and on top of that I find out that my texts are annoying.

I'm not blaming you," he stated firmly. "I'm just trying to think. God, Kate, there are times when I think you hate me. When I think you would do anything to get rid of me. And then ... then there's last night. And all of the other times like it. I have never been more alive than when I'm with you.

Nevertheless this was life. I could wish that life was fair and that things were different, but this is what it was and I was determined to make the best of it. I needed to move forward, and fight the battles put in front of me and cherish the friendships that surrounded me.

God, I was a mess when it came to Derrek. One part relief that I wasn't still with him. One part embarrassment that I'd become a victim, that I'd let myself get sucked into an abusive relationship to begin with. One part hate - pure, raw, violent hate. And one part fear. Fear that he would find me again. Fear that he would suck me back in, remind me that I was nothing without him, that I would never be anything without him. Fear that he wouldn't give me the choice. That he would demand my obedience. And I would give it to him. Again.

In that moment, that exact moment, I knew Fin Hunter was going to change my life forever. I didn't know if it would be better or worse when he was done, I just knew that he was blowing through everything I thought I wanted and needed like a tornado of change and I was helpless to stop it.
I was helpless against him.

I think you forget that I'm still alive. It's like you don't expect me to keep on existing now that I'm not in your life every day.

She's my mom and she's never seen me this happy before. Of course, she thinks I love you."
I braved a look at him. "And do you?"
"If I deny it, will you be able to get through dinner?"
I nodded, ignoring the thin veil of his words over the truth I didn't want to accept. "Then I don't love you. You're the most aggravating woman I've ever met. I can barely tolerate you."
"And my kids?"
"Oh, no," he chuckled. "I definitely love them."
"You do?" An aching affection flooded my body, filling in all of the cracks that fear and uncertainty had left me with. An emotional heat bubbled in my chest and wrapped my stiff limbs with something like hope.
"Yes, I do. But they agree with me about you. You aggravate us all.

Hendrix pulled back from me and stared down with a deeper intensity than I had ever seen from him. "Save me from this," he pleaded with a rough voice. "I can't," I sniffled. "But I can walk through it with you.

Miller pushed her down at his feet and pulled out his small handgun. He checked the clip and then the safety and held it menacingly across his chest. He looked like a little twelve year old gangster. It was adorable.

If I was going to be treated like a child, then I was going to act like one.

Yes. Eden, I fell in love with you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But you fell in love with somebody else. And he gets to marry you. And then probably murder you. But you'd still rather be with him than with me,

We're a mess, Kate.

I do love you Eden, with all that I am. I don't believe there has been a more perfect love to ever exist in all of eternity, in fact. And I plan on sharing the rest of that eternity with only you

Where are you supposed to stay?" He ground out ...
"Hendrix, are you kidding me?"
"By me, Reagan. Always, by me," he answered, ignoring my sarcasm.

I was sure that if he didn't have that damn accent I would have seen through him immediately. Oh, those Brits could be so charming and manipulative with their proper way of talking.

Sometimes I get so sucked into the drama here, I can't remember what's real and what's foreplay between two insane chefs.

Excuse me, Ms. Matthews; you are going to be late for class if you don't get going. Can you read the map, or are you already lost?" the stern voice of the secretary pulled me out of my stupor.
"Um, no, I can read," I said, sheepishly, still unable to take my eyes off the mysterious boy staring back.
"Of course, you can read," she said sharply, snapping my entranced head back to reality. "Now, get to class.

We're serious."
I sucked in a quick breath. This was the wrong place and time to have this conversation. "That's not what I meant."
"What did you mean then?" His hand reached over the console to intertwine with mine.
"What do you think we're doing?"
"Making out a bunch?" I dragged my gaze up to meet his and watched his lips twitch.
"That is not what we've been doing," he disagreed seriously. "We're not fifteen anymore."
He could be so exasperating. "Then what would you call it?"
"Foreplay.

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Seriously though, it did not seem fair that the further into the Zombie Apocalypse we walked, the scruffy-boy thing got sexier while the shaggy-girl thing basically de-evolved society.

You keep saying words like crazy and insane and risky, but Vera, the best things in life are all of those things. You can't reap big rewards if you don't take big risks.

What is this?" Hendrix demanded next to me. "A pool noodle?" I looked over at the long foam purple noodle and burst into more laughter.

I've got everything I need right here." That sentimental thought met a room full of cheesy and sarcastic "aw's" and an empty water bottle thrown at my head. No, stop guys, really. You're embarrassing me.

I always imagined the walk down the tall, wooden staircase, to be somewhat magical my first date when I was a little girl. Unfortunately, I never imagined my first date to be with someone who despised me, to a dance where I was sure to make a fool of myself, by orders from a Royal Prince who likes me but has been forbidden to talk to me; but I never had much of an imagination.

A tear slipped from eye, as I stood helpless beside Kiran. "They have done nothing wrong, except fight for the freedom you have stolen from them, from all of us!" I shouted back, unable to stay silent when my friends stood at his mercy.
"I give you freedom, the freedom to live your life as you please," Lucan challenged, tilting his chin with pride and sincerity. "I ask nothing of you, except for your loyalty. I am the king, it is the least of what I deserve," Lucan turned to address the kingdom, his argument ringing through the air.
"Then why is it only your bloodline that is allowed immortality?" I argued, taking a step forward. "Why do the rest of our people suffer from the separation of races? Why are the Shape-shifters exiled by penalty of death? What have they done? What is their crime? Are you afraid to share true immortality? Are you so scared of a people that realize they don't need a king?" I turned to face the crowd too, hoping to empower them with my words.

It's okay to be sad, Mummy." Lucy promised on a know-it-all whisper. "But don't be sad all day. He only went on vacation. He wouldn't leave us forever. He loves us too much.

I had to hope there was more to life than death. More to living than not dying.

Aren't you going to rape me?" I demanded a little put out that the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. "What? Do you want me to rape you?" He asked sounding more appalled than before. Good for him; this was a single guy at the end of the world with standards.

I couldn't let him go.
I didn't want to let him go.
Letting him go meant acknowledging that he would never come back. And I just couldn't. I needed him too much.
I loved him too much.

Love is more than enough to survive with; its enough to live with.

Stella's had the best burgers in Omaha, after all.

You make me smile when I've had the worst day.

his pounding heart and whispered, "This is forever for me. You are my forever. I don't care about your money or your job, or anything but you.

My mother was the person I loved most in this world. She was also the person that had messed me up the most.

When this becomes too much tell me. All you have to do is tell me how you feel and I will help you, Liz. I know this won't be easy. I know we're asking a lot from each other. But I also know that it is worth it. We are worth it. But it will never work unless I know what you are thinking and how you feel. Alright?" I nodded again, "Okay." "Tell me when it's too much and I will back off. I promise you that." "Okay," I repeated.

And that meant STDs. Why? Because men would always be sluts. Always.

We don't have to limit how many people we love. Our hearts make room for as many people as we want to let in.

I don't know if I can ever live up to the legacy that he left behind. I don't know if I want to. But Liz, he died. And you're still alive. And there is so much left of your life to live. I want to live it with you. I want to be a part of everything that remains for you, good and bad. I want to be there for your kids, for your stressful days, for your amazing days, for all of your nights and for every moment in between. We tried the time apart, but we are better together. Both of us. Yes, Grady was your great love, but you are mine. And if you would let me, I would be yours too. There isn't a limit on how much we can love, Liz. You had Grady. Now have me.

Be real, is salt holding you at gunpoint right now?

What do you want to know, Eden? Do you want to know how upset I am that you are not going to be around anymore, that I'm going to have to disappear out of your life completely? Would you like to know how scared I am that I won't be able to protect you anymore? Maybe you want to know how terrifying it is that you are choosing to hand yourself over to the monarchy; that you are going willingly to be slaughtered and I get absolutely no say in the matter. Or maybe you wan to know how hurt I am. Is that what you want to know?

Yes my love, because Eden, I have loved you avidly from the first moment I saw you and I will love you completely with all that I am until the day I die.

I love you more than I have loved anything or anyone. I am with you in this. I am with you forever.

people again. If he had a

This story is about me learning to live again after love left my life.

Whatever dude, just as long as you're ok with carrying this thing out looking like Disco Barbie, it's cool with us.

And you're right, I do love you Eden. I will follow you into eternity, or until after this weekend when we all die gruesome, painful deaths ... But with every breath I have left, I will use it to love you. Because, Eden, I want this ... You; I want you more than life, more than anything. There was a time when I didn't think I was strong enough to face you again, or what is between us. I was too afraid of the heartache, of being shattered again. But now, it doesn't matter, nothing matters except you. I will take an eternity of hardship, of war or fighting my father, or anything, just to hold your love again. You are everything to me, my sun, my moon, the air I breathe. Nothing exists accept you. I love you.

When Silas said Gabriel was a priest, I assumed he meant to a real congregation, not the caretaker of an empty building threatening to send the entire street of people to meet Jesus literally at any moment, and not just emotionally.

I just stood their frozen, waiting for my opportunity to strike.

I knew that I loved him. I knew that he was the only man I would ever love.

Part of me, a really bad, objectifying, and dirty part of me wanted to stand them up next to each other and make them pour water over their heads while I watched.

These lives we lived were a gift and precious and so short. I wanted to spend my time authentically, surrounded by people I truly loved.

You are everything to me, my sun, my moon, the air I breathe. Nothing exists except you. I love you.

He was the opposite of my plans. He was the opposite of the kind of guy I thought I wanted. But he was everything I needed.

I told you, E; we should have brought the explosives,' Xander grumbled underneath his breath in good humor.

I decided the poor thing loved crazy people.

I wasn't falling for it. At least that's what I kept telling myself.

Love that is enough. Love that is big enough for two. Love that is endless enough for more. Love that is just between me and you.

He groaned as if frustrated and then whispered almost so quietly I didn't hear him, I'm going to keep you.

I mean, Zombies were one thing. Asking almost complete strangers and one innocent little Page to witness an attack on my vaginasaurous was an entirely other thing to ask of humanity.

Our story was a complex piece of art that we worked on every day. It wasn't always beautiful in the traditional sense, but it was captivating, and worthy and endless.

This was not a love story that ended in tragedy.
This was a tragedy that ended in a love story.

Love. Was I really calling it love again? I wished I could say that it felt like love and that was the only way to describe it. But truthfully, it felt like so much more than the meager, inefficient English word that was the only way I could describe my feelings for him. It consumed me completely, coated my blood in emotion, exhaled and inhaled with every breath I took, wrapped around every thought and action; the mere word "love" couldn't fully encapsulate the true definition of my feelings for Kiran, but it was a starting point. I had the rest if eternity to figure out a better way to say it.

We will remember the way things used to be, and teach our children to be better than us. The generations that follow will remember with us. In that day, we will all be free

I know this freaks you out. And it should probably freak me out too. But it doesn't. It feels right. You and I feel right. So stay with me for just tonight. I promise to return you home in one piece, both inside and out. Can I have this? Just tonight?

You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me, Lizzy. His voice was broken and scratchy and a tear slid out from the corner of each of his eyes.

For many reasons, Dear," Delia said in a soothing voice. "We are tired of running , tired of traveling. It is time for us to be together in a world where your kind of evil does not exist." Lucan growled at her, but she continued, "And I could not let my daughter or my son feel responsible for the lives you planned to take today. They are good and strong, and they will rule this kingdom after they destroy you. They will restore our immortality; they will bring peace and life again. You may take my life today, I will grant you this, but soon, very soon they will take yours and my sacrifice will be for the greater good of my people.

I found Reagan in the crowd and chose to stand next to her. I now had a place in her life, this was me stepping up to fulfill it.

The minivan sounded like Sasquatch singing Ninety-Nine Bottles of beer on the wall after drinking ninety-nine bottles of beer- not pretty.

I'm going to be gentle with you, Liz. We're going to treat this delicately. I'm going to let this happen slowly, let us fall slowly. But I am not asking too much of you.

I think you're pretty face on stage will help draw a bigger crowd.

tried to get Wyatt to throw it in his face and yell, "Make it rain, motherfucker!

Your brother is such a

She looked like the well put-together mom I would never be. Of course, she wasn't a full-time, single mom and therefore had time for things like hair appointments and manicures. Also, her body had not pushed four bowling balls out her vagina, so she had that going for her too.

Knowing myself… being myself was better than anything else. It was the very best thing.